Returning home from a two week vacation with your 16 y/o son on the same day your 22 y/o son temporarily moves back home for a couple of months, is not something I recommend. Especially when your older son’s style of packing doesn’t involve boxes or any real sense of organization. While my trip was … Continue reading Unpacking
Since we’ve met and things seem to be moving in a positive direction, I thought you might appreciate some care & feeding tips, so to speak, when it comes to being involved with me. At our ages, we probably should be as direct with one another as possible. Time is too valuable to waste. We’ve … Continue reading Notes for my new lover
If I had to say one thing about falling in love it would be this: it’s never the same twice.I mean, how could it be? As we grow older and collect experiences we become different people, don’t we? The person who fell head over heels for someone as a teenager, most certainly is not the … Continue reading (The cheesiness of) Falling in Love – Deuxième partie
If you know me at all, you’re fully aware that I’m more a word person than a numbers one, a fact which only makes the following statement seemingly even more out of character... ...the clear common denominator in all of my relationships is me. Easier math than 1 + 1 = 2, right? Evidently, I’m … Continue reading Maybe it’s me
There once was a time when I wished to be an Irish princess, Rose of Tralee to be specific. It was before I had located my father’s family in Ireland and I was reaching for any connection I could make to that magically green country from where the father I never met came. To become … Continue reading Irish royalty
I’ve spent far too much time since my divorce nearly a decade ago pondering what it is that I’m seeking in life from a partner. What the “right” relationship will or should look like. How to have realistic expectations without compromising my deepest wishes. Knowing when and how to move on. So many questions and … Continue reading Can(‘t) get (no) satisfaction
Recently it occurred to me that maybe dating isn’t always supposed to evolve into a capital R Relationship. At least not at every single* point in one’s life. For example, I’m in my mid 50s. In about five years I’ll be eligible to retire and my house will belong to me free and clear. It … Continue reading Is “date” just another four letter word?